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sonnet CXVI


"Let me not to the marriage of true minds. Admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand’ring bark whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool. Though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

          [ William Shakespeare ]

bandung, august 20, 2006 : engaged 🙂


9 thoughts on “sonnet CXVI

  1. engaged?!?
    *jumps around while holding both your hands*
    i’m so happy for you..

    i’ll be sending my butterfly friends to tickle your tummy the whole year through 🙂

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